OzWolf2013

"Who is...this?" Vic waved at the tiny being as the three sat down in the living room with Vic across from the two aliens. Sere didn't want to respond. He was glaring at the table between them, his entire body wrapped up in tension. When Vic continued to stare at him, he cast her a scowl, but finally answered. "This is my wife...Silna." "Wife?" Vic's eyes felt like they were about to pop from her skull. "What? She's...she's...half your size! How is she your wife?" "Females are smaller than males." Sere grumbled, resigning himself to the impending barrage of questions. "By half your size?" "Yes..." "She looks like your daughter!" "She'

"When can I come over, Vic?" Terrance growled over the phone. "It's been three months already!" "Almost..." She replied as she browsed idly through items at a clothing store. "But we've been busy with work and settling down. We haven't really gotten to know each other yet." It had been nearly three months since the last time the group of housemates had done anything together, which had been grocery shopping. It was a disaster Vic should have anticipated. "I don't want to go." Sere said and promptly shut the door before Vic could respond. "Hey!" Vic knocked on his door again. "Come on! We have to go! We don't know what you like! We don't k

Four months of preparing herself turned out not to be enough. Vic placed the last of her boxes into the trunk of her car and slammed it shut. On the railing of her apartment, Terrance watched with disgust. He and his girlfriend, both roommates to Vic, would be moving as well within the month as neither could afford rent on their own. Vic hadn't thought about this part of her decision and did feel bad, but there wasn't much she could do about it now. "I think, I got everything." She told him when she reached the top of the stairs then added hastily, "Besides Fat Boy. I'm just going to put her on her harness and let her ride in my lap. She'll

Prologue Vic sat down in the lobby, her leg instantly beginning to bob nervously. There was hardly anyone else here, most not inclined to do something as drastic and extreme as what she was thinking. She was glad she'd decided to keep this decision to herself. If her boyfriend knew...or her mother! Shuddering at the wrath of either for the mere suggestion, she tried to divert her attention. This wasn't a want. This was a need. If she thought about what they would do in her shoes or what they would want, she would change her mind. Spying a magazine on the other side of the lobby, she stood to cross the room, using fetching it as an excuse to